Dance This Mess Around
The Bunny came home this weekend. Beer flowed like water, and money seemed to leap from my wallet in great clumps.
But we did, I believe, cover all the necessary bases.
Close the local out several nights in a row? Check.
A late night trip to IHOP? Check.
A leisurely afternoon watching the Red Sox? Ditto.
A hugely indulgent feast at Abe & Louie's? Oh yes. (Note: crabmeat on mushroom, steak tartar, ribeye steak, beer, wine and may taste fabulous going down, but do not necessarily mix well the next day.)
And of course there was the Red Sox Opening Day, the whole reason the Bunny returned. A number of us trooped into Boston Monday morning. None of us had tickets but it seemed right and necessary to be in the city in order to celebrate properly. First beers were opened at the Littlest; the pre-game ceremonies were observed at the Black Rose and the game itself viewed at Clarke's.
A picture later. Maybe
But we did, I believe, cover all the necessary bases.
Close the local out several nights in a row? Check.
A late night trip to IHOP? Check.
A leisurely afternoon watching the Red Sox? Ditto.
A hugely indulgent feast at Abe & Louie's? Oh yes. (Note: crabmeat on mushroom, steak tartar, ribeye steak, beer, wine and may taste fabulous going down, but do not necessarily mix well the next day.)
And of course there was the Red Sox Opening Day, the whole reason the Bunny returned. A number of us trooped into Boston Monday morning. None of us had tickets but it seemed right and necessary to be in the city in order to celebrate properly. First beers were opened at the Littlest; the pre-game ceremonies were observed at the Black Rose and the game itself viewed at Clarke's.
A picture later. Maybe
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